If Llewellyn knew what had prompted the sudden rise in intensity from Rhy, he might have stopped and been concerned. He wasn’t a mind-reader though, and he was eager to learn, to please. Eager to explore this and see where it took him, and... decidedly enjoyed the feeling of someone pressed against him if the sound he made were anything to go by.

His free hand comes up to pull Rhy closer by his shirt, and he’s only too pleased to give more at the demand he feels in the kiss and deepens it with a small low hum.